Enna is my childhood crush. I finally found where she, 26 now, happens to live. I make plans to break into her home and make my dream of raping her true.
“The lock on the back door was a joke, a simple deadbolt that yielded to a heavy-duty screwdriver with one satisfying *click*.”
Enna had always been the girl who blended into the background, the kind of woman whose beauty was a secret kept by her oversized sweaters and thick-rimmed glasses. At twenty-six, she was a paradox of modesty and hidden magnetism. She wasn’t a conventional beauty—her face was a bit plain, marked by a charming dimple in her chin and a scattering of freckles across her nose—but her body was a masterpiece of untapped potential. She possessed wide, flared hips that transitioned into a heavy, rounded ass, and breasts that were perpetually straining against her clothes, topped with puffy, sensitive nipples that reacted to the slightest chill. Beneath her skirts, she carried the purity of a virgin, her pussy a tight, untouched sanctuary with pubic hair meticulously shaved into a neat, inviting triangle.
For years, I had watched her from a distance, my obsession growing as I matured into a skinny white guy with a hidden weapon: a thick, fat cock that demanded a woman’s submission. The fantasy of dominating someone as innocent and overlooked as Enna became an obsession. After months of stalking her social media and tracing her movements, I finally found the address of her small, secluded rental home.
I didn’t want to ask her on a date. I wanted to own her space before I owned her.
Standing in her backyard, I felt the surge of adrenaline. I knew her schedule; she was at the library until 6:00 PM. I had exactly two hours to breach her sanctuary, explore the intimate details of her life, and set the stage for a confrontation she would never forget. As I slipped inside the quiet house, the scent of vanilla and old books hit me, and my cock throbbed violently against my jeans, imagining her reaction when she finally walked in and found me waiting.
Moving with a predatory silence, I strategically positioned my cameras—one angled toward the bedroom door and another focused on the bed—ensuring every angle of her vulnerability would be captured. I shoved my gear bag deep into the back of the hallway cupboard, hiding the coils of rope, rolls of heavy-duty tape, bottles of oil, and the various toys I had selected to break her in. Once the perimeter was set, I retreated into the shadows of the walk-in closet, my breath hitching as I heard the distant sound of her car pulling into the driveway. I waited in the stifling darkness, my thick cock straining against my zipper, listening to the rhythmic sound of her footsteps and the sigh of relief she let out as she finally entered her home, completely unaware that her sanctuary had been turned into my playground.
Enna sighed, dropping her keys on the small entry table and moving through the house with a weary, rhythmic familiarity. She didn’t notice the slight displacement of the cupboard door or the unnatural stillness of the air. In the kitchen, she hurriedly prepared a simple meal of pasta, eating it in a few quick, distracted bites while staring blankly at the wall, her mind still on the library books. The silence of the house seemed to wrap around her, though she didn’t realize she was being watched from the shadows of the closet.
Once finished, she retreated to the bathroom. Through the thin walls, I could hear the hiss of the shower and the soft thud of her clothes hitting the floor. I imagined her standing there, the hot water cascading over those wide, curving hips and sliding down the roundness of her ass, soaking into the neat triangle of hair between her thighs. A few minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open and she emerged, wrapped in a fluffy white robe that barely contained her heavy breasts. She walked straight into the bedroom, her movements slow and exhausted. With a tired yawn, she climbed into bed and drifted off into a deep, unsuspecting sleep, completely oblivious to the fact that I was mere feet away, my heart hammering against my ribs and my fat cock pulsing with a violent need to finally claim her.
The silence of the bedroom was broken only by the rhythmic, shallow sound of Enna’s breathing. I stepped out of the shadows, my eyes locking onto the soft curves of her body beneath the white robe. Reaching into my hidden bag, I pulled out the cloth soaked in chloroform, the chemical scent sharp and clinical. With a sudden, predatory movement, I pressed the fabric firmly over her nose and mouth. She stirred for a heartbeat, a muffled gasp escaping her lips, but the drug acted instantly, dragging her back down into a heavy, chemical slumber.
Once she was completely limp, I didn’t waste a second. I gripped the lapels of her robe and ripped it open with a violent tug, the fabric tearing as I exposed her heavy, pale breasts and those oversized, puffy nipples. I stripped her of everything, tossing the remnants of her clothing aside to reveal the masterpiece of her body—the wide, flared hips and the tight, pristine triangle of hair between her thighs. Working quickly, I grabbed the heavy-duty rope and duct tape from my gear. I hauled her limbs toward the corners of the bed, binding her wrists and ankles tightly to the posts. I wound the rope around her soft skin, cinching it tight enough to leave no doubt about who was in control, leaving her splayed and vulnerable, a naked, bound offering waiting for me to wake her up.
I reached for a thick, black silk blindfold, wrapping it tightly around her head and knotting it securely at the back of her skull. The fabric pressed against her eyelids, plunging her into a world of total darkness and sensory deprivation, leaving her with no way to see the predator looming over her. I stepped back, the heavy thud of my heart echoing in the quiet room, and simply waited. I watched the slow rise and fall of her chest, the way her puffy nipples peaked and hardened in the cool air, and the slight tremor in her thighs as she began to stir. I stood there in agonizing silence, my thick, fat cock throbbing and leaking a bit of pre-cum, savoring the exact moment her consciousness would return and the sudden, terrifying realization would hit her that she was naked, bound, and completely at my mercy.
Enna’s breathing suddenly spiked, her chest heaving as she jolted awake, the disorientation of the drug clashing with the sudden realization that she couldn’t move. A sharp, terrified whimper escaped her lips, and she began to struggle frantically against the ropes, her wide hips twisting and her heavy breasts bouncing with every desperate lurch. “What… where am I? Who is this?” she sobbed, her voice trembling with pure distress. I leaned in close, my breath hot against her ear, and whispered with a dark, commanding confidence, “Stop fighting, Enna. I’m going to make you feel good, but first, you need to understand: you are mine now. Mine to use, mine to break, and mine to enjoy as I please.”
Without waiting for a response, I reached for the bottle of warm massage oil. I poured the thick, viscous liquid over her pale shoulders, watching it glide down the curves of her body. I used my palms to smear the oil everywhere, my hands sliding over her trembling skin with possessive intensity. I kneaded the oil into her large, soft tits, circling her puffy, hardened nipples until they were slick and glistening. I moved downward, my fingers tracing the flare of her wide hips and kneading the plushness of her round ass, before sliding my hand deep between her thighs. I coated her tight, virgin pussy and the neat triangle of hair in the slippery oil, rubbing it deep into her folds until she was completely drenched and shimmering under the dim light, a perfectly oiled toy waiting for my thick cock.
With her body slick and shimmering, I focused all my attention on her drenched core. I started slowly, rubbing my palm in heavy, circular motions over her clit and the swollen lips of her pussy, feeling her tremble violently beneath me. The oil made every slide effortless, and as the friction built, Enna began to moan, a mix of terror and unwanted pleasure. I didn’t give her time to adjust; I drove one finger deep into her tight, virgin channel, the sudden intrusion forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. Finding her narrow, as yet unstretched walls, I added a second finger, stretching her open as I began to vigorously fingerfuck her. I pumped my fingers in and out with a brutal, rhythmic pace, the sound of the oil creating a wet, squelching noise that filled the room. Enna screamed—a high, piercing sound of shock and overwhelming stimulation—as her body arched instinctively against the ropes, her puffy nipples straining upward while I ruthlessly claimed her purity with my hand.
I ripped my fingers out of her glistening heat, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Without a second of hesitation, I positioned the massive, pulsing head of my thick cock against her tight, virgin opening and rammed myself inside with a singular, brutal thrust. Enna let out a piercing scream of pure agony, her voice cracking as my girth forcibly split her pristine walls for the first time. The sensation was intoxicating; she was so narrow and tight that it felt like her body was trying to crush me even as I conquered her.
Ignoring her sobs, I began to brutally pound her, driving my fat shaft deep into her womb with savage, rhythmic force. Each colossal thrust was a violent collision, the sound of our oiled flesh slapping together like thunder in the quiet room. I hammered into her with everything I had, the momentum of my assault pushing her small frame backward, slamming her head and shoulders violently against the wooden headboard with every guttural groan I let out. She was completely overwhelmed, her body jolting under the sheer weight and power of my cock as I ruthlessly claimed her virginity.
With one final, guttural roar, I surged deep into her narrow channel, pumping my thick, hot seed into the depths of her womb in several violent spasms. I ripped myself out of her with a wet, popping sound, leaving her splayed and shaking. I stood over her for a moment, watching with predatory satisfaction as my creamy cum slowly leaked out of her swollen, gaping cunt, dripping onto the sheets in thick ribbons. Enna lay there broken, her chest heaving, as silent streams of tears carved paths through the oil on her cheeks. I reached down and gripped her chin firmly, forcing her blindfolded head up to face me. “That was a nice warmup,” I whispered, my voice cold and commanding, “now let’s start the real fun.”
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